Snow Bound: The Complete Story (13 page)

"I called her sobbing after you left."

"I'm sorry. What did you tell her about me?"

"Mostly about the orgasms you gave me."

She laughed. "What does she do?"

"Sarah," I said. "Octopus."

"You better not have told her anything!" she was practically screaming.

"No, I didn't. Nothing you wouldn't have let me tell her. I swear."

She didn't say anything right away before asking in a small voice. "Does she know I'm fucked up?"

"You're not fucked up," I told her. "I didn't tell her any of your secrets. Please, honey."

She paused again. "Suddenly it's not as much fun wearing this bra. But none of yours fit. They're all too big." Then I heard her voice change. "Guess I'll just go without."

"Tease."

"Damned right," she said. "Did you show her my picture?"

"Yes. Jim practically came on the couch."

She laughed. "You showed them all the pictures?"

"Yes."

"What's your password?"

"What?"

"On this computer. What is your password?"

"I can't tell you that. Sarah, there are client files on that computer."

"There are also naked pictures of you on this computer. And I bet I can find Emily's email address on here, too. What is the password?"

"Sarah, Octopus."

"I'm not playing, Allison. What is the password?"

"Sarah, I can't tell you. Even if you promise to stay out of the client files, I can't tell you. Technically I should have that computer physically inaccessible. Normally there aren't any client files on it, but I left some on it last time I used it. I shouldn't have and normally don't. It was a lapse."

She didn't say anything.

"Please, honey."

"It's okay," she said. "I'll just take more photos later, during your punishment."

"Thank you."

"For punishing you?"

I laughed. "For understanding about the computer."

"I'm sorry," she said. "As soon as you told me there were client files, I should have understood. I wouldn't want anyone going through my files."

I heard her moving around. "The water doesn't work," she said.

"It's turned off in case the furnace goes out," I told her. "The pipes could freeze."

"Oh. I wanted to do laundry."

"It's easy to turn back on," I told her. "Everything is labeled. But you have to go into the basement."

I explained how to find the well room in the basement. "Will I lose signal?"

"Maybe," I told her. I explained how to turn the water back on and everything else she should check. We lost signal, but she called me back several minutes later.

"The hot water heater pilot was fine," she said. "I did the valves in the wrong order. I got wet."

I laughed. "I've done that."

"Shut up," she said. "I'm almost entirely naked, and it was cold. But everything is turned on, and the kitchen faucet seems to work properly, hot and cold. Is it safe to do laundry?"

"Yes."

I heard her fumbling with the washing machine. "Where are you now?"

"Twenty minutes from Mille Lacs," I replied. "Traffic is light."

I heard the washing machine start.

"Do you have a boat?"

"Several," I told her. "A pontoon boat, a row boat, two canoes and two kayaks."

"Where are they?"

"In storage," I explained. "There's a place in town. The canoes are in my garage in the city. The kayaks are hanging from the ceiling of the garage up there. If you go out, you'll see them over your car."

I heard doors opening. "Oh, there they are. Ooh, way too cold for no clothes out here. Now I'm all nipped out."

"You are such a tease."

She giggled. "Will you teach me to row a kayak?"

My voice caught. "Yes. Paddle. Yes, I'd love to teach you." I paused. "Sarah."

"Don't ask," she said. "I know exactly what I asked. I haven't stopped thinking about you."

It was January. She certainly wasn't expecting kayaking lessons on a frozen lake. For a while I couldn't say anything, my voice caught in my throat.

"Allison," she said quietly. "I'll run if you try to control me. I'm sorry. I won't want to, but I won't be able to stop."

"I understand, Sarah," I told her. "If I slip, will you forgive me?"

"I don't know," she said. "It depends on how badly you scare me off."

We didn't talk for a few minutes.

"You never told me what Emily does."

"She's a therapist."

"Your therapist?"

"No. Best friends. Friends don't treat friends."

"Don't you dare tell her I'm screwed up."

"You're not," I denied. "But I wouldn't."

"She knows you're a lesbian?"

"Yes," I said, laughing. I told her how I would flirt with her in front of her husband.

"She flirts back?"

"Outrageously."

She laughed. "I wonder how badly the three of us could get him worked up."

"Now that's just an evil thought," I said.

"I know." She giggled. "She sounds like a good friend."

I heard sounds in the background.

"What are you doing?"

"I ran out of things to snoop through," she said. "Now I'm making dinner for us. Will you be hungry?"

"Yes. For you."

"Are you paying proper attention to your driving, Allison?"

"Yes, Sarah," I said. "It's no different than if we were riding in the car together."

I was a little distracted, but her reminder got my mind back on the road. Traffic was light and didn't require much attention, but it was dusk, and I had to watch for deer.

"If I were there, we could watch for deer together."

"I'm coming up on Mille Lacs," I told her. "I don't know what cell coverage is like once I get past. It should be good for another thirty minutes. After that, I don't know."

"When you get here, you will come inside. You will remove every piece of clothing you are wearing. There will be things for you to put on sitting on the dining room table. You will put them on and then find me."

"Yes, Sarah."

We continued to talk as I drove past Lake Mille Lacs. It's a big lake and took nearly thirty minutes.

"All right, Allison," Sarah said. "I'm worried about deer now and that I'm distracting you. We're going to hang up now and you're going to focus entirely on driving. I'll be waiting for you when you get here. I have groceries for us."

I laughed. "I bought some yesterday, too."

"You're my love slave?" she asked.

"Yes, Sarah."

"Good girl. Hang up now."

* * *

Her car was in the garage when I arrived right at eight. Until I saw her car, it was hard to believe she was really waiting for me. There was something about knowing she'd been in my cabin for hours that made me feel really good.

I pulled in and parked. I got out of the car and retrieved my two sacks of groceries from the trunk. I carried them in.

"Sarah?"

She didn't answer.

I walked to the kitchen and set the sacks on the counter.

"Sarah?" Silence.

I turned around and walked to the dining room table. I stared at the things waiting for me. There was a note.

I slowly undressed, removing every stitch, then read the note.

"Slave. Hands in front. You will put everything on. I am in the tub. Failure to follow directions will be met with the most severe punishment I can think of. Sarah."

Sitting on the table were several pieces of bondage gear. Sure, I knew about them. I had clients with fetishes. And I'd thought about things like this before, but in the past I always assumed I'd be the ones applying things like this, not the one wearing them.

"Sarah?"

"Read the goddamned note," she yelled. "Then get your ass in here."

She had left me two sets of restraints. Each set included a set of leather cuffs connected by a short chain. There were six little locks. No keys. One set of cuffs was larger than the other. I sat in a chair and wrapped one cuff around my ankle and locked it. Then I did the other.

There was a blindfold, but it wasn't a simple blindfold. There were all these straps.

And there was something that was clearly a gag.

I stared at them.

"Stop screwing around," she yelled.

I gulped then picked up the gag. I opened my mouth, inserted it, and then buckled it behind my head. I locked it with one of the little locks.

Then I picked up the blindfold. It took me some time to figure out how it went. I buckled it in, and I couldn't see anything. I fumbled for and found a lock and locked the buckle. Then I fumbled with the wrist restraints, but eventually I got everything properly locked.

My heart was pounding.

I stood up and began shuffling my way to the bathroom, feeling with my hands and feet. I bumped into a few pieces of furniture. The gag muffled my curses.

I heard splashing then wet footsteps.

"Stop," she said. I froze where I was. I listened to wet feet walk over to me. Then her hands were on my arms. "I wasn't sure whether you would do it." She paused. "Did you hurt yourself?"

I shook my head.

There was a pause. "Are you scared?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that.

"Maybe a little bit scared?"

I nodded.

"Octopus?" she asked.

I shook my head firmly no.

"Are you sure? You said you wanted to spend Friday night helpless and screaming my name. I'm not sure about the screaming part."

I laughed into the gag but nodded.

"I bought these for you," she told me. "A week ago."

"Mmmmm," I said into the gag. She pulled me into a wet hug.

"Follow," she said, pulling on my hands. I shuffled after her as she led the way to the bathroom. Once we arrived, she said, "Sit here on the floor next to the tub. I'm not done with my bath."

She helped me sit and I leaned against the tub. I heard her splash her way back into the tub and settle in. She reached out and caressed my cheek. "You did everything right, Love." She reached behind my neck and pulled me two her, kissing me around the gag.

"Your punishment for your wayward hands is this. The blindfold remains until morning. You don't get to look at me. I'll remove the gag in a little while, as I want proper kisses. Do you accept your punishment?"

I nodded.

Everything was very frustrating. I so wanted to look at her, feel her, kiss her, wrap my arms and body around her. I squirmed a little.

"I had three orgasms Wednesday night," she said.

I squirmed some more.

"Did you cheat, other than the wayward hands yesterday morning?"

I shook my head.

"And now you're all frustrated." I nodded. "Poor girl." She splashed around in the tub for a while. Every now and then she reached out of the tub and ran her fingers along my bare skin. Sometimes it was just an arm, sometimes a cheek. A few times she played with my nipples for a while, causing me to squirm.

"Mmmmm."

"You don't like this?" she asked. "I should stop?"

I shook my head.

"Is that no you don't like this or no, I shouldn't stop."

"Mmmmm!"

She laughed. There was more splashing, then she was pushing me backwards and her mouth found my right nipple. She nipped playfully then began sucking. I almost went wild with the sensation.

It was getting harder and harder to think. Everything was very overwhelming.

She splashed around some more then climbed out of the tub. I listened to her dry herself, then the hair dryer came on. I sat there next to the tub and listened to her dry her hair. Periodically she walked over and teased me with her feet or hands.

She has wild hair, and it took quite a while for it to dry.

The hair dryer clicked off and then I sensed her standing directly in front of me. "Give me your hands," she ordered. "And stand up."

With her help, I struggled to my feet. As soon as I was, she shoved me until I had my back against the wall, and her mouth latched on my breast. I moaned into the gag.

She nipped me playfully and suckled me for several minutes, my nipples becoming further engorged and sensitive. Eventually she pulled away with one more final tiny nip on each nipple.

"Mine," she growled.

I nodded.

She took my hands. "Follow." She didn't wait but began tugging me out of the bathroom and down the hallway. I shuffled after her to the bedroom. My emotions were a jumble but all settled around one thing. "She was here. With me."

When we got to the bedroom, she pushed me onto the bed. "Sit."

I sat obediently. She sat down next to me.

"Is this what you want?" she asked me.

Was it ever. I nodded.

"This is what a relationship with me is going to be like," she said.

I moaned into the gag and leaned against her. A relationship! She was offering more than a weekend. I struggled to tell her how I felt.

"Hush," she said. "I still think you can't do this. But I can't stop thinking about you."

"Mmmmmm," I said.

She giggled. "That was eloquently said."

"Mmmmmm!"

She giggled again. "Climb up on the bed, kneeling in the middle." I complied with the orders. After a moment I felt her hands on my ankles. She released both my ankles. "Spread them." She nudged them apart until she was satisfied. Then she snaked her way between my legs until she was underneath me. She didn't waste any time but immediately clamped her mouth over my sex.

"Mmmmmm!"

She reached up with her fingers and spread my labia, then her lips and tongue found my clit.

I almost came immediately.

She pulled away from me. "You are so wet, Slave. This is the only orgasm I'm giving you tonight, so try to enjoy it."

She her mouth was back on me. Soon her fingers invaded me and I couldn't stop squirming. I was so ready it didn't take her at all long to have my on the edge. She held me like that for several minutes, her lips teasing my clit while her fingers worked inside me. Then she began flicking her tongue against my clit urgently, and I immediately began to climax, screaming into the gag. I felt my juices practically gushing over her face, but she kept flicking and lipping at my sensitive clit, her fingers pressed into my g-spot. I came, and came, and came.